Mr. Sefrol wrote:I hope the person that was dumb enough to first do this felt great pain.
I should test this. Record it and stuff.
I GOT 'DEM HUMPS. Doctress Who:You can be my Brony bitch ;D Droctress Who:Jas, would you like me to make you a sandwich? JesusChrist: Well if you insist Jasthn I'll use it with you. Spread them cheeks Tragedy_and_Comedy: Jas is about as dangerous as a kitten. Blood Lord:I hit your dog with mah truck. :3 Lenore Celestalis:*jumps on your back* weee~
"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."